When my dad served in the Vietnam War, he landed helicopters, fell in love with my Vietnamese mom and served during wartime with full awareness. Since I’m in Washington DC today, I went to the National Mall to check out the Memorial Day parade… and the moment I arrived, the Vietnam War portion of the parade arrived too. Within a matter of minutes I saw the helicopters that my dad landed roll through the parade. I saw dozens of vets march by with their families, Vietnamese women in yellow Vietnamese outfits, and remnants of the war that gave me life. It was so emotional, my eyes unexpectedly welled up with tears. It’s sometimes hard to understand that your life is both a product of love and a product of war. But right now, I’m so proud to be a Vietnamese-American daughter of war, and I have deep gratitude for our fallen warriors.
Happy Memorial Day y’all. Always remember those who came before you, and remember that life is beautiful.
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